1960 Medical batch, Colombo, Sri Lanka.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

email sent by Kamalini Kanapathippillai

There came a frantic knock At the doctor's office door,

A knock, more urgent than He had ever heard before.

"Come in, Come in," The impatient doctor said,

"Come in, Come in, Before you wake the dead."

In walked a frightened little girl, A child no more than nine,

It was plain for all to see, She had troubles on her mind.

"Oh doctor, I beg you, Please come with me,

My mother is surely dying, she's as sick as she can be."

I don't make house calls, Bring your mother here,"

"But she's too sick, So you must come or she will die I fear."

The doctor, touched by her devotion, Decided he would go,

She said he would be blessed, More than he could know.

She led him to her house Where her mother lay in bed,

Her mother was so very sick She couldn't raise her head.

But her eyes cried out for help And help her the doctor did,

She would have died that very night Had it not been for her kid.

The doctor got her fever down And she lived through the night,

And morning brought the doctor signs, That she would be all right.

The doctor said he had to leave But would return again by two,

And later he came back to check, Just like he said he'd do.

The mother praised the doctor For all the things he'd done,

He told her she would have died, Were it not for her little one.

"How proud you must be Of your wonderful little girl,

It was her pleading that made me come, She is really quite a pearl!

"But doctor, my daughter died Over three years ago,

Is the picture on the wall Of the little girl you know?"

The doctors legs went limp For the picture on the wall,

Was the same little girl For whom he'd made this call.

The doctor stood motionless, For quite a little while,

And then his solemn face, Was broken by his smile.

He was thinking of that frantic knock Heard at his office door,

And of the beautiful little angel That had walked across his floor.

Share the Blessing of Heavenly Love!

I KNOW there are Angels among us.......

Confucious says

email from JKS Weerasekera

Confucious says;
When a lady is pregnant, all her friends touch her stomach ad say
"Congrats!".
But none of them come and touch the man's Penis and say "Well
done!".
Moral: Hard work is never appreciated: Only result matters

PS
In the 1950/60s, 'there were quite a lot of jokes which started with 'Confucious says'.
We hardly hear them now.

ALWAYS ASK FIRST

email from JKS Weerasekera

His request approved, the Bulletin Newspaper photographer quickly used his mobile phone to
call the Townsville airport to charter a flight.

He was told a twin-engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.

Arriving at the airfield, he spotted a plane warming up outside a hanger.
He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and shouted, 'Let's go'.

The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind and took off.
Once in the air, the photographer instructed the pilot, 'Fly over Mount Stuart and make
low passes so I can take pictures of the fires on the hillsides.'

'Why?' asked the pilot.

'Because I'm a photographer for the Bulletin' he responded,' and I need to get some close up shots.'
The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, finally he stammered, 'So, what you're telling me,
is . . .. You're NOT my flight instructor?'